'Maybe it was the journey all along.'
I laugh,
Didn't seem like it at first,
But I guess the treasure was the friends we made along the way.

I will stay with you,
Even when the times are hard,
We can make stone soup.

I'd like to take you to the beach in Marblehead,
When the summer nights are warm.
Take you out to dinner,
Show you the riches of my homeland.
Then I'll hold your hand, walk you to the sands,
Where we can be hidden from the world,
Hidden enough to dance amongst the waves.
Spinning, dipping, gliding across the grains,
Hands on your skin, lips on your own.
When we tire we can retire,
Down on a blanket, I'll cradle you,
We can watch the stars fly by.
Maybe I'll get to watch you,
Dance another groove.

I have but two eyes,
And ten fingers,
To write words,
And hold pens.

But just enough,
To write poems,
And send them into the world.

Of course I'll give a standing ovation,
A loud course of applause,
Make sure they hear me cheering.

Because if you don't clap for your enemies,
They'll think it was you when they fall.